To write, or not to write…

I’ve learned that where I write has just as much to do with whether I write than anything else.  Where as in sitting in front of my Mac instead of outside on my tree shaded patio complete with morning cup of coffee, a pen with the just right feel, and my turquoise Moleskin (which is…

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Avoidance, my old friend

  I keep a pretty close eye on myself. At this point in my life, there is little reason for one day to be much different from the next unless I want it to be, and I like it like that.  I like that each day has promise and possibility and that I can wallow…

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Making a list. (gasp!)

Oh. My. GAWD. I’m soooooooooooooooooo not ready. Are you? (Everyone but meleah can answer because I already know her answer. She’s a stud.) I must be desperate because I have my notebook out for a list. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I made a list for something other than possibilities…

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Dear Mr. Gynecologist…

As Toto and Dorothy continue along the long and winding road on their NaBloPoMo journey, Dorothy has gotten snippy, and Toto has begun to look longingly at her ankles, imagining what they might taste like, and just how loudly she’d scream if he chomped firmly on one… November 20, 2007 Dear Mr. Gynecologist Doctor Person:…

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You know you’re a redneck when…

It’s true. I’ve been slapped by Robert at Miscellaneous Ramblings.with a Redneck Chef of the Week award. *scratches left arm pit* How did he know I have Okie roots? I figger ee calls ’em as he sees ’em since it’s all on account o’ them nut bars I dun up last week. Musta been tha…

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